The Holy Right of a Comic

For example, 'Altila', this name sounds like a cute girl.

The white-haired and red-eyed girl is always thinking about it when no one is around. She is a born warrior, a proud warrior, and the greatest warrior of the Huns.

In front of outsiders, she always has an indifferent, expressionless, and intimidating image, so she can't show her cute, not fierce appearance in front of others.

No, you can't say that, in fact, she always shows that face in front of a person.

That was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes, not the elders of the Huns, but a young man in white robes who looked peaceful and holy.

He also has beautiful white hair like himself, which made Attila almost identify him as his father when he opened his eyes like a duck.

But after a long time of contact, she finally decided that it was not her father, but an unknown existence that she subconsciously felt familiar with and felt a little afraid of.

That was the person who accompanied the girl the longest in her life, or in other words, the person who accompanied her all her life.

He would always stand behind Attila, as if he was the spirit behind her.

But the strange thing is that, except Attila, no one else can see him, the elders of the tribe, and the enemies who are against the tribe.

Attila had galloped on the battlefield countless times, facing thousands of troops and endless arrow rain.

That man also accompanied her on the battlefield. No matter how dangerous the situation was, whether it was a tragic victory or a massacre, that man would always be by her side, ignoring the dangers on the battlefield.

And those arrows on the battlefield really couldn't hurt a single hair of him.

Altila was empty and lonely. Ever since she was born, she always felt that an important thing was missing in her life, and she was driven forward by an instinct to destroy everything.

But gradually, with the passage of time, the sense of emptiness was satisfied, she still only killed and destroyed, but in this endless killing and destruction, she found that she had the most important thing——

That is having a 'purpose'!

Attila is the patriarch of the Huns. She constantly destroys for the prosperity of the Huns. She kills everything and drives all the creatures to extinction. At the same time, she also brings victory to the tribe, making them more abundant.

But this is only Altila's superficial purpose. Her real purpose is because the man who only she sees will always say to her:

".々...Go forward, Attila! Go west, you are the whip of God, you should wield the thunder, carry the rainbow to wipe out all enemies and destroy all civilizations"‖.

"You are the king of destruction, the king of the Huns, and at the same time, you are also my weapon, the punishment I bring to all the rotten people in the western world!"

Attila doesn't hate using herself as a weapon, because she can only destroy, and she has nothing but destruction. Only she who is a weapon can show her talent, and only she who is a weapon can have the meaning of living.

Yes, become that person's weapon, overcome obstacles for him, and wipe out all enemies.

From Russia to Eastern Europe, from the Western Roman Empire to Gaul, she will be used as a weapon, as a whip in the hand of God, to bring disaster to those who betray their faith and those who do not believe.

Only she can see him, he is her only reliance (Nuo Qianhao), and she is the purpose of her life.

Destroy everything, invade everything, burn everything, and then you can please him, make him happy.

People need faith because of their spiritual emptiness, so Attila regards him as his own faith and the only one in his life.

People in the world say that Attila the Hun was loved by Mars, the god of war, because she was born with the sword of the god of war.

But only Attila knows that Mars, the military god, doesn't love her, and she doesn't like Mars either. Maybe she can call herself God's people, and everything she gets is the land promised by God.

Just like everyone calls her 'God's Whip', Altila likes to call her Fox.

"So, are you the God they say?"

In the huge military tent, Attila, who once again wiped out the enemy and destroyed the civilization, looked at the man in the white robe sitting on the bed that should belong to her and asked. .

Chapter 34: The Song of the Nibelung

The young girl's expression was indifferent and empty, she didn't seem to know how to smile, but stared at Roy who was sitting on her bed with those eyes that could be described as cold or empty.

As the king of the Huns, as a great king who only knows how to destroy and kill, and knows nothing but war and fighting, Attila has no interest in enjoying.

Even at the most critical moment of war, her subordinates will dedicate the most beautiful and beautiful things to her.

Just like the soft bed in this military tent, it is said that it is made of the fur of a certain phantom species that is gradually extinct in this era.

The mattress of that bed was indeed soft, Altila was so sure, but it was only soft, such luxury and luxury would not corrode her firm and unshakable heart.

So Altila didn't care that Roy occupied her bed, and she didn't even care that this man would lie down with her and hug her to sleep soundly when she was lying down to rest.

Although his embrace was indeed very warm, so warm that even a cold-blooded soldier would miss it, but Altila was never lost, and she believed in this.

"God? That's really a good title. Today, I can barely be called God."

Roy stared at the girl in front of her. She was wearing a long white dress like a wedding dress. Her brown skin was strangely beautiful, and her slender figure was lovely.

And that stunning face, although expressionless, has 397 eight-point similarities with the former giant Cefalu.

At this time, the King of the Huns was holding the Sword of the God of War. This sword is very different from the weapons of this era. It looks like a rainbow in brilliant colors, and its overall shape is like a high-tech mechanical product.

Because this is the god of war Ares, that is, a part of the body of the god of war Mars.

When Athena wiped out Cefalu 13,000 years ago, Roy came to this era.

As a Demon God, he exists in the past, the present, and the future. He was, is, and will always be. Therefore, for Roy, he can appear at any time and any place.

"Then I, who is called the whip of God, is indeed your weapon."

The girl's words were firm, without any confusion or anger, she was just telling a simple fact.

Her voice was quite calm, she couldn't feel any emotion, as if she didn't know how to think, and just lived according to her instinct.

"Why, are you not happy about such a mission and being a weapon in my hands?"

Roy looked at the girl in front of him with a smile and asked softly.

"Unhappy? No, I'm not unhappy. I rarely have such emotions, or it's very good, because I don't know anything other than war and fighting."

"...Although I don't like fighting very much, if this is my mission and necessity, I will complete it."

At the last sentence, Altila said very quietly, but it could not be hidden from Roy's ears.

Is this king of the Huns really emotionless? No, it's just because her feelings are hidden in a deeper place. When the white giant Cefalu has self-awareness, Attila, who is a part of her, already has feelings.

But she is like a toddler, learning how to express her feelings, which may take her whole life.

"Attila, come here!"

Roy waved at her.

This great king who is well known in Europa, frightened by the Western Roman Empire and the Gauls, just put down the sword of the military god that never leaves his body, walked slowly in front of Roy, and then knelt down on his knees .

If an outsider sees this scene, they will definitely feel that they are dreaming.

The Hun king who killed an unknown number of people, because of fear, because of fear, can only be described by words like "God's whip", actually leaned her head in the arms of the man in front of him.

This great king is too powerful, so powerful that it overwhelms the whole of Europa. In order to escape this reality, people call it the whip of God, which means that she is the disaster that God sent down to punish the world.

But the king who killed people like this, who was never confused and never hesitated on the battlefield, closed his eyes like a little girl.

At this moment, Attila felt very relaxed, as if she had returned to her mother's arms, her father's arms, which was one of the rare times when she could feel at ease.

She trusts Roy very much, not only because Roy was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes when she was born, but also because Roy has been with her for a long time, like a spiritual pillar, the most important person in her life people.

Roy's hand just caressed Altila's soft white hair, as if holding a cute pet.

"Attila ... Attila ... why are you called Attila?"

Roy's fingers landed on the girl's forehead, on the bridge of her nose, and on her red lips, as if measuring her beauty.

"Because the name...is cute and sounds like a girl."

"...I don't like people calling me Attila, but they all call me that. I know it means 'father and leader', but I don't like that pronunciation."

Attila suddenly turned her head, and her words became hesitant, as if she was shy.

"Altila, this name is really cute, just like you."

Roy smiled lightly. He grabbed the Hun King's chin and turned it over, so that the girl's indifferent red pupils looked at him.

"Cute? No one has ever told me I'm cute...but I like it because I like cute things."

"...My lord, my beloved lord, I will destroy the Roman Empire for you. They hate it and have been stubbornly resisting, but I will definitely be able to do it."

"Rome is a bad civilization, they must be destroyed!"

There was no confusion in the girl's tone, and her words were so sure that even if it was the thousand-year-old empire, she had the confidence to destroy it.

She is the king of the Huns, the king of destruction, and the whip in the hands of God. She will surely make those fallen people be punished by the Lord.

"A woman named Clinesed who claimed to be the princess of Burgundy found me."

As usual, Altila told Roy everything that happened to him in a calm tone, and shared everything with him.

"Then what?"

Roy just looked at Attila with a smile and asked.

"She said that her husband Siegfried was killed by the Queen of Iceland and her brothers, and she wanted to use my power to avenge her husband at the cost of her body and the entire Kingdom of Burgundy."

Attila spoke in an emotionless tone about such a major event that would cause a sensation in the outside world.

"Did you promise her?"

Roy asked again.

"I didn't promise her, I just came to ask you, whether it is thinking or feeling, I have already given you such things, I can only kill, as long as you ask, killing like a machine is enough, I am like this The presence."

Attila said words that would be pitiful to others, but Attila himself didn't think there was anything wrong with this, but thought it was correct.

"In this case, then agree to Clinesed's request, marry her as his wife, and then use this as a pretext to kill the king of the Kingdom of Burgundy and bring that kingdom under your command."

Roy was like a military advisor, giving advice to the King of the Huns, no matter how much killing karma it would bring.

Attila nodded silently, accepting Roy's suggestion without any refutation.

"But I am a woman, and Clinesed is also a woman, we cannot get married, but you are a man, do you want me to hand Clinesed to you?"

Attila asked in a serious tone.

Roy couldn't help but laugh, "...I'm not interested in Siegfried's wife, I'm only interested in you, lovely Attila."

"Are you interested in me as a woman?"

Attila didn't feel ashamed to ask such a question, and asked it directly. .

Chapter 35 Rome is a Bad Civilization

Seeing Attila's straightforward question, Roy was taken aback for a moment, and then said bluntly: "...I am really interested in you as a woman."

Altila nodded silently when she heard the words, then her fingers landed on her waist without hesitation, and gently pulled the thin belt.

Immediately, a long dress floated to the ground, revealing her vigorous body.

Only Attila's long silver hair, with a white veil like a wedding dress, was stubbornly tied with her hair, which made the king of the Huns look like a bride in a church .

As the king of destruction and the destroyer of civilization, her delicate body is as vigorous as a cheetah, and her brown skin makes her have a beauty that is different from other women.

There is almost no trace of fat on her body, and her limbs look solid and powerful. Although muscles can be seen in her abdomen, it is not the disgusting feeling of muscle knots, but a faint vest line, showing the most graceful posture of a woman.

As wild as a leopard, as strong as a lioness, you can't see any feminine softness, but this kind of beauty makes her unique.

Roy just watched her quietly, watching what Attila was doing, and smiled after a long time: "...do you know what you are doing, Attila."

The king of the Huns nodded calmly and said, "...that's what men do to women."

"Every time my soldiers capture a city and occupy a piece of land, they will find out the beautiful women in that land for their own entertainment."

"...Although I don't understand anything other than fighting and killing, I can feel that this kind of behavior makes the fighters more powerful and can bring more destruction and destruction. I think this should be correct. "

If Attila's words were heard by those great emperors with huge empires, they would definitely denounce her absurdity and cruelty.

The Romans considered themselves a symbol of civilization, but the behavior of the Huns was tantamount to destroying civilization, destroying civilization, which meant barbarism.

Attila doesn't know how to govern the country, and she has no interest in governing the country. The only thing Attila can do is to march westward, destroy the cities he sees, kill the enemies he sees, and see land grabbing.

This is a complete, barbaric destruction of civilization. Even if there are no soldiers behind her, she will hold the sword of the military god alone and destroy everything she sees.

Just like the words that Attila often said, "...I destroy, I win, so far, and forever!"

And she did this, she was feared by the people of Europa, and she was a symbol of a natural disaster given by God.

"My soldiers like women. Since you are a man, you should also like women, and I happen to be a woman."

Although Attila said this, she didn't care about her gender at all. Whether it was male or female, it was never her criterion for judging people.

Attila's criteria for judging people is whether that person is a powerful warrior, whether he can fight, whether he can bring about war, and whether he can follow her and destroy all civilizations.

"So do you... like me?"